my hair grew long so i fucking cut it
and when you looked away
i stuck some trimmings in your locket
ha ha ha ha ha
What you don’t understand is that for every Sebastian Stan post I reblog, there’s six more on my dash that I just like and save for later to pretend like I still have control over this.
8th Air Force fighter ace Jack Ilfrey of the 20th FG
The scene in which I confess to them is invented, imagined. And, in fact, could never have happened… .because Robbie Turner died of septicaemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation…and I was never able to put things right with my sister Cecilia….because she was killed on the 15th of October 1940 by the bomb that destroyed the gas and water mains above Balham tube station.
"I am living on borrowed time. I do not think I will live through the next jump. If I don’t come back, try not to take it too hard. I wish I could persuade you to regard death as casually as we do over here…Would you prefer for someone else’s son to die in the mud? You want us to win the war, but you don’t want your sons involved in the actual bloodshed. That’s a strangely contradictory attitude. Somebody has to get in and kill the enemy. Somebody has to be in the infantry and the paratroops.
If the country all had your attitude, nobody would fight and everybody would be in the Quartermaster. And what kind of a country would that be?"
— 101st Airborne trooper David K. Webster in a letter home, Sept 1944 (via demons
The Front Bottoms // Manchester
327th Inf. Reg., 101st Airborne Div., 1970